A Little Dream of Solitude

I really can’t wait until we have our own house. I know how completely impossible it is just now, but it’s nice to dream.  The "ladies" downstairs have been extremely vocal lately.  All kinds of screaming and crying.  Alan thought it was one of the little girls crying, but he doesn’t quite understand the quality of child’s cry.  It was most assuredly the oldest girl, which makes me kind of sad. I mean, everyone knows that teenage girls are a bit melodramatic, but she was absolutely sobbing and kept repeating "get out of my room." And the worst part was that her mother kept barging in. I could hear the door slamming and the mom yelling. Did it never occur to her to just let the girl have her cry and calm down? Of course not. She was 15 when she got pregnant, so what the hell does she know about being a normal teenager? And I can’t imagine she had a great model for this whole parenting thing. And it just kept going! After I got out of the shower an hour later they were still at it. This time I could hear the mom yelling and one of the younger girls crying.  ::sigh:: This morning too.

It’s funny… well not funny… but I could sympathize with her if she was a stay-at-home mom with young children. Even if she was a single, working mom.  Those are both high-pressure situations where it’s really easy to get overwhelmed and really hard to find an outlet. But she is neither of those things. She’s on welfare.  She claims she has a bad back, but there are plenty of jobs out there that wouldn’t require her to do anything but what she does now — sit on her ass and talk on the phone all day. And not only does she not work, she hardly takes care of her kids. She doesn’t even walk the two youngest to school.  The elementary school they go to? Down the effing street!  There and back would be maybe a bit over half a mile.  And maybe if she got off her ass and got some exercise, she wouldn’t have the back problems. Argh! Yet she’s hearty enough to go out and leave the 14-year-old in charge until late at night.  I’m not sure if I mentioned it, but last Friday she went out and the girls nearly started a fire by spraying perfume near a burning candle.  Alan and I woke up to the blaring of the smoke alarm followed by Victor yelling at them. ::sigh::  Seriously, I want to be far far away from people like this.

And best of all? The mom has expressed to me herself just how low she feels she’s sunk to be living in this neighborhood. Excuse me? It was a pretty quiet place until you got here, lady! If we actually watched TV, I have no doubt that we’d eventually since this woman on Jerry or Maury or whatever the current trash talk show is.

Is my own home really too much to ask?

Anyway. Moving on.

It’s been nasty cold the last few days, but it should start warming up today through Sunday. I’m very excited about it. I love spring. ^_^ All the wonderful smells of damp, dark earth and new leaves and flowers. And this Sunday I have a free session with a personal trainer at the gym, so I’m excited about that. I know that for cardio I’ll more than likely stick with the elliptical and the stationary bike and classes here and there, but as far as strength training, I could use some advice.  And hopefully (though I haven’t heard from Alisa… yet) I’ll be starting work very very soon.  I could really use the money. I’m more than a little tired of this hand-to-mouth existence. Of course, I did manage to pay for another six months of OD. It seems that no matter how poor I get, I always find the money for this. And I think when this subscription runs out, I’ll shell out the $100 for the lifetime subscription. I mean, I’ve been here for the better part of a decade. I think I’ll stick around. o_0

Other than the continued lack of work, life is good. I need to head over to Lane Bryant to get some workout pants and thence to JoAnn’s for fabric and notions. Hell, maybe I’ll just tear apart a pair of lounge-type pants that I have for a pattern and make my own gym pants.  I think it’s entirely within my abilities. I made pantalettes for under my wedding dress and those worked out great.  I have no doubt that I’ll end up wearing them again when I have some summer event that demands a skirt or dress. Hmmm… it’s a thought anyway. And it would certainly be a lot cheaper than anything I could buy at a store. I love being of a crafty nature. Hehehe.

For now it’s time I got a move on.  Lots to do and little time to do it in.

~Liz